Lucian Point Of View.

The night air was heavy with the scent of pines and the faint coolness of the moonlight spilling through the windows of Shadowfang. I didn’t walk to her, I appeared, drawn by the pull of the bond, the irresistible tether that connected me to Aria no matter the distance. Her presence tugged at me, insistent, urgent, and I couldn’t ignore it, not for a moment.

Her room was dark, the only light the silvery glow that filtered through the curtains. She was sitting up in ...